My Dad My SuperHero
“Anyone can be a father, but it takes a real man to be a daddy."
On Father's Day, much of the world will take the time to appreciate the work of good fathers. Father's Day isn't just a day for dads to get more ties. It's celebrated on the third Sunday of June to honour dads, grandfathers, and all men who act as a father figure.
Any man can be a father, but good father is a strong and influential figure over his children. A good father makes all the difference in a child's life. He's a pillar of strength, support and discipline. His work is endless and, often times, thankless. But in the end, it shows in the sound, well-adjusted children he raises. An ideal father should be a beacon of support for his children, nurturing his children to achieve physical and emotional wellbeing.
From the instant he lays eyes on her, a father adores his daughter. Whenever she grows up to be, she is always to him that little girl in pigtails. She makes him feel like Christmas. In exchange, he makes a secret promise not to see the awkwardness of her teenage years, the mistakes she makes or the secrets she keeps. A father is someone that holds your hand at the fair. Let you eat ice cream for breakfast but only when mother is away. He walks you down the aisle and tells you everything going to be ok.
A father to his son is his real life super hero, for a son knows for each of his troubles will vanish as soon as his father will reach to him. His father will fix each of his broken toys.
This father’s day we went through some real candid pictures of each of our employees, and here we are with some heart-warming pictures!
Sleeping listening to "teri bholi muskano ne mujhe babul bana diya" ...Pretending to be angry with him, just so that he sings "Gudiya hamse roothi rahogi"Awake, eyes shut, for him to come down and sing "uth meri gudiya hua sabera"Life with my dad is the best life I have known.Whenever I think about my dad a thousand memories flash in front f my eyes..In some he is rocking a 3 year old me .. in some he is crying cos I got hurt. In some he is walking along a speeding train to see me for as long as he could,He running to ensure he is there to catch me as I try to learn to balance a bikeHe pretending to loose a game of chess and carroms to see me smileHe is thousands miles away , but when I close my eyes when I am down , I can feel the touch of that hand on my head, the gentle but firm voice saying exactly what I need to hear that point.I look like my mom, but i want to be like my dad, who will forever remain closest to God himself for me, as long as I'll live